In just an instant, the three mighty masters were already lying on the ground.
Such a scene was something that no one in the room expected.
"father!!"
Murong Fu was seriously injured, and his meridians were shattered and messed up by Meng Xiuyuan's compressed Qi. Now when he saw Murong Bo in the miserable state of blood spurting out, he couldn't help but scream in pain and fainted immediately.
Jiumozhi is slightly better and can still stay conscious.
However, when he tried his true energy to resolve the palm power left in his body by Meng Xiuyuan, he spat out another mouthful of blood after a moment's movement, and the pain in his chest and abdomen was as painful as a knife.
Feeling the solid Qi in his body that he had never seen before, Jiumozhi was in pain, but also felt a sense of surprise in his heart.
He looked at Meng Xiuyuan, who was still in the strong wind, with his clothes fluttering, his eyes full of longing:
"In this world...is there actually such kung fu in this world?!"
When Meng Xiuyuan heard the sound, he looked towards Jiumozhi. As soon as their eyes touched, the Dalunama King was immediately stung by the light in Meng Xiuyuan's eyes, and he woke up from his obsession with martial arts. Thinking of his current situation, cold sweat broke out on his back.
Taking the risk, he had to force himself to calm down and said to Meng Xiuyuan:
"Mr. Meng, please don't misunderstand me.
The young monk helped you only because he owed Mr. Murong a favor, and he had no intention of going against you.
When I see the young master again in the future, the young monk will definitely stay away..."
Meng Xiuyuan shook his head and smiled when he heard this, and interrupted Jiumozhi nonchalantly:
"Prince Ming, there is no need to do this. Your crimes are not worthy of death. I have never thought of killing you.
When my palm enters your body, you may not be able to bear it in the future, so it can be regarded as punishment.
If you want to take revenge, you can come to me again and I will be with you at any time."
Jiumozhi was stunned when he heard this. He never thought that Meng Xiuyuan would let him go so easily. He was confused and waved his hands quickly, saying "I don't dare, I don't dare."
Seeing the situation, Meng Xiu paid no attention to the two people who were seriously injured and fell to the ground. After all, he was alone at the moment and was not afraid of anyone's revenge. Therefore, he did not care about eradicating the roots like other people in the world, but preferred to do things based on his heart.
Then Meng Xiuyuan turned his head and looked at Xiao Yuanshan without any hesitation.
After Murong Bo died, it was his turn.
When Xiao Yuanshan saw Murong Bo's death at the hands of Meng Xiuyuan, his thirty-year-old feud was suddenly avenged, he was in a daze for a moment, his heart was at a loss, and he didn't care about the murderous look in Meng Xiuyuan's eyes.
On the contrary, when Xiao Feng, the son, saw this situation, his body trembled slightly and he felt very anxious.
He has experienced countless battles, large and small, in his life. The more powerful the enemy he encounters, the more brave and majestic he is in his heart. Therefore, he has always been able to defeat the weak and overcome dangers.
But he had just seen Meng Xiuyuan kill Murong, his son and Jiumozhi instantly. For the first time, he felt powerless in his heart. He couldn't think of how to stop Meng Xiuyuan, who suddenly seemed like a god descending to earth.
For a moment, he could only take a step forward, stretched out his hand to cover his father behind him, and persuaded Meng Xiuyuan:
"Brother Meng, thank you for killing this big enemy for our father and son.
I just ask you not to be impulsive and listen to what I have to say.
I know that my father made a big mistake when he wanted to kill his adopted father and adopted mother. But unlike that old thief Murong, my father has not succeeded yet.
If you can trust me, Xiao Feng, from today on, I will take my father and his family north to Yanmen Pass, and live outside the Great Wall for the rest of my life, and will never set foot in the Central Plains again..."
Meng Xiuyuan respected Xiao Feng in his heart, but after hearing this, he immediately shook his head and interrupted Xiao Feng before he could finish his words:
"Brother Xiao, since you have gone back to the Flower Valley, you should have seen those two tombs."
Xiao Feng was stunned when he heard this and immediately stopped talking.
Meng Xiuyuan took a breath and continued to Xiao Feng:
"Buried in that tomb are the juniors of my sect. They took care of my uncle during his lifetime, and my aunt did her best.
As for my senior brother Wu Yazi, he also suffered old injuries in order to resist the attack, and he may have passed away at this moment..."
When Xiao Feng heard this, he understood the meaning of Meng Xiuyuan's words. He knew that there was no room for turning things around. He couldn't help but feel his heart sinking, and then he said solemnly to Meng Xiuyuan:
"Brother Meng, as long as I, Xiao Feng, am still alive, I will never let you hurt my father's life.
If you have any grudges to avenge, just say hello to me. There is no need to worry about the friendship between us.
Since these people were killed by father, they are no different from those killed by me, Xiao Feng."
While speaking, Xiao Feng used his inner strength to send a message to Xiao Yuanshan, asking his father to leave this dangerous place first, but after waiting for a while, Xiao Yuanshan did not react at all.
Xiao Feng was confused and turned around to look, only to see that his father, who had been silent all this time, had a frustrated look on his face and said slowly:
"Feng'er, that's all, since our father and son's great revenge has been avenged, I have no other aspirations in my heart.
Just let Mr. Meng do it."
Xiao Feng was very confused when he heard this and called out "Daddy", but Xiao Yuanshan gently waved his hand to stop him and whispered to him:
"Feng'er, there's no need to say more, just listen to daddy.
Even if I am alive today, where can I go?
Return to Daliao? Or live in seclusion outside the Great Wall?
But what does this mean?
Feng'er, please go down the mountain, we've finished our work.
I have indeed done a lot of wrong things over the years, and it is fitting that I die here today..."
Xiao Yuanshan has lived in seclusion in the Shaolin Temple for thirty years, sleeping day and night, practicing martial arts diligently. He rarely speaks a word or two to others in a year, and he only wants revenge.
Now that the great revenge has been avenged, although I feel a little happy in my heart, I feel an indescribable loneliness and desolation. I feel that there is nothing to do in this world and my life is in vain.
Meng Xiu saw this scene, and the murderous intention in his heart suddenly diminished, but when he thought of the innocent and tragic death of Fan Bailing and Feng Asan, he was unwilling to let the murderer go.
At this moment, I suddenly heard a distant call from the Buddha:
"Amitabha, when will the injustice be repaid?
Donor Meng, old benefactor Xiao has repented, please don’t commit murder again..."
Following the sound, it was the sweeping monk from the Sutra Pavilion who floated over. His light skills were as magical as magic, and his body was floating like a kite. In a blink of an eye, he was in sight.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Meng Xiuyuan was shocked at the sight, and without thinking much, he immediately killed Xiao Yuanshan.
Because he knew that at this moment, his kung fu might still be a bit inferior to that of the sweeping monk. Once the opponent tried to stop him, he would most likely not be able to kill Xiao Yuanshan today.
"Benefactor Meng, wait a minute..."
The sweeping monk saw Meng Xiuyuan's intention, and he already stretched out his palm to slap him from a few feet away. His palm power was unparalleled, like a Buddha's light shining all over the place. He had obviously used his real skills, and wanted to use this to force Meng Xiuyuan to know
Retreat from difficulty.
Meng Xiu saw the situation, but still refused to give up. He swung the long sword in his hand, and with the bonus of the "compressed Qi" state, a sword light of five or six feet was immediately produced, which actually knocked out the powerful palm power of the sweeping monk.
All broken into pieces.
At the same time, he stretched out a palm with his left hand, channeled his true energy, and slapped Xiao Yuanshan's chest, intending to kill him with one blow.
"stop!!"
When Xiao Feng saw that his father was dying, he immediately shouted loudly and used both palms at the same time to perform the most powerful trick "Seeing the Dragon in the Field" in the "Dragon Subduing Palm", towards Meng Xiuyuan's palm. The wind roared in the palm, as if there was a dragon's roar.
But the next moment, Meng Xiuyuan suddenly moved his left palm to the side, and immediately missed Xiao Feng's palms. He used "White Rainbow Palm Power" to bypass Xiao Feng and hit Xiao Yuanshan behind him.
Xiao Feng didn't expect that Meng Xiuyuan could still make such subtle changes in this moment, and it was difficult to stop him for a while.
Immediately, there were only two muffled sounds of "bang" and "bang", Xiao Yuanshan and Meng Xiuyuan were palmed in the chest at the same time, each vomited blood and flew out.
"Daddy!!"
Xiao Feng rushed in the direction of Xiao Yuanshan and hugged his body before he landed. But he saw that his breathing had stopped, his heart stopped beating, and he was already dead.
"ah!!!"
Xiao Feng let out a long roar, his eyes suddenly turned red, his whole body was trembling, and he looked angrily in the direction of Meng Xiuyuan, only to see Meng Xiuyuan also fell to the ground, with blood bleeding from his lips, and there was no movement for a moment.
Seeing this scene, Xiao Feng, who was originally furious, suddenly felt cold. He looked at his hands blankly and thought to himself:
"I...I killed Brother Meng?!"
Recalling the scene when he started just now, Xiao Feng remembered that he had actually printed the two strongest "Dragon Subduing Palms" in his life on Meng Xiuyuan's chest.
In fact, based on the situation at that time, Xiao Feng saw Meng Xiuyuan changing his moves, and although he had no time to stop him, according to the "palm without regret" technique that Meng Xiuyuan taught him, he could actually remove his palm force without hurting Meng Xiuyuan.
But he was so angry that he couldn't care much anymore.
Thinking of this, Xiao Feng trembled all over. Looking at his father's body in his arms, he felt desolate, regretful, and filled with grief, and had no other thoughts.
"Good, good, good..."
Seeing the people lying on the ground with blood dripping from them, even the sweeping monk couldn't help but sigh. He immediately turned around to see if there was any hope of treatment for everyone.
Looking at Murong Bo first, he saw that his body was separated and lifeless. Then he looked at Murong Fu and Jiumozhi. Although they were seriously injured, they were still breathing, and they also did not seek emergency treatment.
The next moment, when the sweeping monk was about to walk towards Meng Xiuyuan, who seemed to have lost his breath, he heard him suddenly cough several times and slowly got up from the ground.
"Thank you for your hard work, Benefactor Meng. It seems that we haven't seen each other for two years and you have made great progress.
I just hope that you will restrain your murderous intentions in the future and stop being so impulsive.
There is more than one way to kill people when you are a chivalrous person..."
The sweeping monk looked at Meng Xiuyuan, whose aura was rapidly growing stronger again, and sighed a little in his heart, and couldn't help but admonish him.
Meng Xiuyuan did not comment, but silently bowed to the sweeping monk, and then turned to look at Xiao Feng, who had tearful eyes.
"Brother Meng, you... you are not dead..."
Xiao Feng looked at his father-killing enemy and remembered that he had almost killed him with the same palm just now. Although his emotions were complicated, there was little hatred in his heart.
Meng Xiuyuan stood quietly for a long time, feeling that it was difficult to express all the same thoughts, so in the end he just bowed and saluted and said:
"Sorry, Brother Xiao, I'm not dead."
Immediately, he flashed and floated down the mountain.
…
Meng Xiuyuan, who came down from Shaoshi Mountain, intentionally bypassed the crowd gathered at the mountain gate, picked a familiar path, and headed straight to the familiar small village of his childhood.
It was a winter afternoon, and there were few people in the village. Meng Xiuyuan did not need to hide any more, and walked down to the thatched house where he lived without being noticed by anyone.
Pushing the door open and entering, although there is a slight smell of mold, the house is still in good order. Apparently Uncle Qiao and Aunt Qiao have been taking care of the house for him before, and it has not been occupied during the two years since it was vacant.
People have moved.
Meng Xiuyuan waved his hand and simply swept away the floating dust on the bed, then sat cross-legged on it and silently performed exercises to heal his injuries.
To be honest, although Meng Xiuyuan's martial arts was high, he was not a god or a Buddha. The two palms that Xiao Feng used with all his strength just now really caused him serious injuries.
At that time, Meng Xiuyuan held a sword in his right hand to resist the palm sweeper's palm, and used his left hand to kill a top master like Xiao Yuanshan with one blow. Even though he had two or three hundred years of Beiming Qi, he didn't have much left over to protect him.
body.
In this situation, he can take Qiao Feng's two palms forcefully and still have the ability to protect himself and leave. Apart from Meng Xiuyuan, there may be no other person in the world.
In this way, Meng Xiuyuan lived in the small hut where he lived in his childhood for several days at a time.
With daily exercise, his internal injuries also improved greatly, and he was almost fine.
In the morning of this day, Meng Xiuyuan was doing some finishing touches on his exercises when he suddenly heard a "whimpering" cry coming from the door. The sound was somewhat familiar. He couldn't help but feel curious and got up to investigate the situation.
When he opened the door, he saw that it was the little monk Xu Zhu, wiping his tears while walking along the path near the village.
Meng Xiu raised his hand lightly, his body floated out, landed next to Xu Zhu and asked:
"Little Master Xu Zhu, what's wrong with you?"
Xu Zhu was startled by the sudden appearance of Meng Xiuyuan, but after the panic, he quickly wiped the snot and tears from his face and politely saluted Meng Xiuyuan:
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "The young monk has seen Benefactor Meng, I...I'm fine...wuwuwu."
While talking, Xu Zhu seemed to remember something sad and started to cry again.
Seeing the situation, Meng Xiu recalled the way Xu Zhu knelt in front of him and cried bitterly for his mother a few days ago. He couldn't help but feel a little guilty, so he simply invited him into his small room and sat down to talk slowly about something.
Xu Zhu seemed a little afraid when facing Meng Xiuyuan, but he did not dare to object to his proposal and immediately followed him back to the hut.
The furnishings in the house were simple, and there were no tea or snacks to entertain the guests. Meng Xiuyuan could only take some dry flour cakes that he brought with him and the water brought at night and handed them to Xu Zhu.
The little monk had a simple nature and was already hungry, so he didn't dislike it at all. He took the food and started eating.
After a few mouthfuls of noodles and water, Xu Zhu's mood relaxed a little, and then he started to talk to Meng Xiuyuan about his experiences in the past few days.
It turned out that at the Shaolin Conference that day, after Murong Bo, Meng Xiuyuan and five other people left one after another, Abbot Xuanci, in order to protect the reputation of Shaolin, confessed his violation of the precepts in front of the heroes of the Central Plains, and publicly asked his juniors to enforce the law in accordance with the precepts.
With a total of two hundred sticks, Abbot Xuanci was killed on the spot. From then on, Xu Zhu lost his father again.
A few days later, when the outsiders left, the Shaolin monks, led by the new abbot Xuan Ji, recited sutras and buried Xuan Ci. Xu Zhu mingled among them in a daze, as if in a dream.
Early this morning, the new head Xuanji found Xu Zhu, gave him a sum of money, and asked him to leave the Shaolin Temple and return to secular life.
Xu Zhu understood that this was a last resort for the sake of Shaolin's reputation, so he did not argue, but solemnly said goodbye to all his familiar masters and brothers before going down the mountain.
He was walking on the mountain road, recalling the past few days. First he lost his father and mother, and then he was kicked out of the Shaolin Temple where he grew up and was the only place in the world to settle down. He couldn't help but feel sad and burst into tears.
It was at this time that Meng Xiuyuan suddenly appeared in front of him.
After Meng Xiuyuan listened to Xu Zhu's narration, he couldn't help but be silent.
After a while, Meng Xiu suddenly asked him from a distance:
"Xuzhu, I killed your mother, don't you want to seek revenge from me?
In other words, don’t you hate me?”
Xu Zhu was stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect that Meng Xiuyuan would ask him this question. He thought carefully for a long time and finally shook his head and said to Meng Xiuyuan:
"I heard them say that my mother did do many evil things and harmed many innocent children.
Mr. Meng hurt her not out of selfish desire, but out of public morality."
Having said this, Xu Zhu paused for a moment, looked at Meng Xiuyuan, and then continued in a lower voice:
"Furthermore, when will retribution stop?
If I hate Mr. Meng, what good will it do? It will only bring pain to us all..."
When Meng Xiuyuan heard this, he subconsciously looked at the expression on Xu Zhu's face, but saw that he didn't seem to be faking it at all, but was sincere.
Recalling what he had seen and done these days, Meng Xiuyuan couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion in his heart.